Cultivating To Immortality

Everyone waited on the mountaintop for another full day, when suddenly, layers of heavy dark clouds drifted across the high sky.

The dark clouds gradually converged into a vortex, and a blue spatial rift slowly appeared at the center of the vortex, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

"That is the entrance to the Ancient Cultivation Small World. It only appears once every thousand years, so we must not miss this opportunity." Li Qing looked up at the sky and said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Elder Lu Cheng of the Shenwu Sect led all his disciples to fly into the sky, passing through the spatial rift. The cultivators from Corpse Ghost Sect followed closely behind.

"Let's go."

Li Qing no longer hesitated, leading his disciples to fly into the spatial rift. Fang Hong also followed.

After all the experts from the three sects had entered, the spatial rift slowly began to close, leaving only the surging dark clouds still lingering in the sky.

After Fang Hong passed through the spatial rift, a white light flashed before his eyes. A few breaths later, his vision returned to normal.

Upon arriving in the unfamiliar space, Fang Hong immediately released his powerful Divine Sense to scan the surrounding environment.

After observing for a while, Fang Hong found himself on a small island.

This island was not very large, about twenty to thirty li in circumference. It had majestic mountains and dense forests, with mist swirling through the mountains and woods, making the environment look very pleasant.

Moreover, Fang Hong was surprised to find that the Origin Qi here was three to four times denser than in the outside world.

If one were to cultivate here for a long time, the cultivation speed would definitely be much faster than outside.

Fang Hong secretly clicked his tongue. As expected of a Small World created by an ancient Mahayana cultivator, how powerful must his magic power have been to create this world.

Fang Hong's figure flickered, instantly appearing above the small island. As far as his eyes could see, there was only blue seawater, and he could vaguely see other small islands floating on the sea.

This was precisely the outer region of the Ancient Cultivation Small World, also known as the Boundless Sea.

The Boundless Sea was not truly without boundaries; it was just very wide.

The entire Small World spanned hundreds of thousands of li. If one wanted to reach the central region from the edge, it would be almost impossible unless one possessed Divine Transformation Cultivation.

Because the opening time of the Small World was only a short half-month, after half a month, all cultivators who entered here would be teleported out.

Fortunately, there were no flight restrictions here, allowing free flight. Otherwise, with Fang Hong's strength, it would be difficult to guarantee reaching the central region in such a short time.

Fang Hong took out a jade slip from his storage bag, scanned it with his Divine Sense, and determined the general direction of the central region.

Then, he summoned his Swift Wind Wings, performed the Swift Wind Secret Technique, and transformed into a gust of wind and light, rushing towards the central region at the fastest speed.

The first thing Fang Hong had to do was to go to the central region and explore that mysterious palace.

After that, he would look for other spirit medicine and Ancient Beasts, and by the way, find that guy, Zhao Emperor.

While flying at high speed, Fang Hong also held the ancient treasure, the spirit sensing disk, in his hand.

This ancient treasure was very useful for treasure hunting, and now was the time for it to come in handy.

Although the silver needle on the spirit sensing disk occasionally trembled slightly, the amplitude was extremely small, indicating that the spirit medicine in this peripheral area was not very old, mostly only four or five hundred years.

These ordinary spirit medicine were not of much value, so Fang Hong naturally had no intention of stopping to collect them and continued to speed forward.

During his flight, Fang Hong also encountered some low-grade disciples.

They knew their strength was limited and could not venture deep into the dangerous Boundless Sea, so they could only try their luck on the small islands in the edge region, seeking their own opportunity.

Fang Hong was too lazy to pay attention to them; getting down to business was more important.

Caw. Caw. Caw.

After flying for a while, Fang Hong suddenly heard a piercing shriek from ahead.

Immediately after, five gigantic white strange birds rushed out of the dense clouds.

These strange birds were covered in silvery-white feathers, with wings spanning a hundred zhang when spread, sparkling like cast metal, and extremely sharp.

Most importantly, the aura emanating from these five strange birds was not weak; they were all grade 10 Demon Beasts, comparable to Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators.

Fang Hong stopped in mid-air, a look of confusion on his face.

Logically, Demon Beasts of this grade should have high intelligence, but these five strange birds looked extremely violent, completely devoid of reason.

"It seems these must be the legendary ancient beasts." Fang Hong's gaze sharpened, and he thought to himself.

So-called Ancient Beasts were actually Demon Beasts, but unlike ordinary Demon Beasts, the bloodline of these Demon Beasts had been preserved from ancient times to the present, without any generational breaks.

Compared to the Demon Beasts in the outside world, their strength was slightly stronger, and their growth path might also be different.

Five grade 10 Ancient Beasts, this combat power was already formidable. No wonder only Divine Transformation cultivators could pass through the Boundless Sea.

Just encountering these Ancient Beasts would be more than those Nascent Soul Cultivators could handle.

The five strange birds swooped in, about to launch an attack, but saw Fang Hong with a calm expression, simply waving his hand gently.

Instantly, the five ferocious birds froze in mid-air. Before they could even let out a cry of agony, their eyes rolled back, and they turned into five corpses.

Fang Hong casually sucked their corpses into his demon gourd to refine them into spirit pills.

Although these spirit pills would not greatly improve his cultivation, collecting them would not take up much space.

Immediately, Fang Hong did not linger and continued to fly towards the central region.

After flying for about three more hours, Fang Hong suddenly stopped in mid-air, a hint of surprise on his face.

Because the pointer of the spirit sensing disk in his hand was violently trembling at this moment, almost spinning full circle, clearly indicating that it had sensed an extremely precious spirit medicine nearby.

Such a reaction could only be triggered by spirit medicine with a Dao of nearly ten thousand years.

Fang Hong immediately spread his powerful Divine Sense, searching the surroundings. spirit medicine of nearly ten thousand years was still worth spending time searching for.

"Got it."

After searching for a while, Fang Hong's face lit up with joy. His Divine Sense sensed some strange Qi fluctuations deep beneath the sea. The spirit medicine must be at the bottom of the sea.

Fang Hong cast a protective shield, enveloping his entire body, then he began to dive into the seabed.

One hundred zhang.

Five hundred zhang.

One thousand zhang.

…

When Fang Hong descended to eight thousand zhang, he finally reached the seabed. A pitch-black cave entrance appeared before him, enveloped by a faint blue light shield, preventing seawater from pouring into the cave.

Fang Hong checked the spirit sensing disk in his hand. The pointer on the disk was flashing frequently, confirming that the spirit medicine was indeed deep within this cave entrance.

Fang Hong unhesitatingly passed through the faint blue light shield, followed the cave passage, and continued to delve deeper.

The passage was winding. Fang Hong walked for about several hundred zhang and finally reached the end of the passage. A spacious underwater grotto appeared before his eyes.

This grotto was very wide, spanning several thousand zhang in circumference. It contained many blue puddles of varying sizes, and the Origin Qi was exceptionally abundant.

"Oh. It's Qing Yang Grass."

Fang Hong looked around and saw stalks of red small grass next to some puddles, immediately revealing a look of great joy.

These red small grasses emitted an eerie red light and appeared to be five or six thousand years old.

Qing Yang Grass was one of the spirit medicine used to refine saint essence pill. Finding it so quickly naturally made Fang Hong incredibly happy.